Invisible Cries

Walking down the empty street
I see a hand, gray and petite.
Fingers curled stiff toward the palm
cold and hard; there for how long?
I walk to it and look inside
the pit in which the body lies.
Though I'm scared, I cannot shout;
The girl has died from the inside out...
Her face is puckered in a final cry,
knowing that she soon would die.
No one there to save her soul,
she withered away, death took its toll.
Tears are frozen to her face,
Chains have bound her to her place.
The chains are broken into shreds
she's free from their grip because she's dead.
I take a closer look and see...
This innocent girl who died...
She's me.
My hand there waiting eternally,
begging for someone to rescue me.
Reaching for help, but people just spit
Instead of pulling me out of this lonely pit.
People walk by, how could they not see?
Then I realize how I let this happen to me.
My broken heart, this was the cause,
that, and all the rest of life's flaws.
I quietly let myself slip away
ignoring the good things I had every day.
I kept to myself, I let no one in,
This is what eventually led to my end.
I thought it was over, how hard had I tried?
How did I not know I was dying inside?
I see my eye open, just a little bit,
I can still save myself, but I have to be quick!
I reach for my hand, pull with all my might...
But I need the help of all the people in sight.
I yell for their help, but they see no need,
They just care about satisfying their own greed.
I say that it's over, I know it's true.
But I realize why the girl's stuck in there like glue.
The reason this happened was because heartbreak left me in doubt.
No matter how hard I try, only he can pull me out.